Their mountains, streams, forests, open plains, Rushmore a sacred place.

So much more, taken, killed fore

What is a reservation, tract of land?

Reserved for exclusive occupation by native tribes.

Is not an open prison similar?

Come and go as one pleases.

Rest in peace those that fell

Rest in peace the unborn child

Rest in peace Warrior people

Rest in peace 500 + tribes

u-no-le a life of misery by he.

(Just a note to say that one evening while I am sleeping, a female Indian and her daughter came in a dream? She spoke to me and insist I wrote the above. I tried to ignore this as being only a dream. Being restless and unable to sleep I fetch a pen and pad and wrote the above. I’m pleased to say I continued sleeping without any further disturbance). Some things are so strange.

Green to blew my heart is true
See in the sky, how high I fly looking down,
Do you see that town?
Nothing is moving because of you
Your slumber makes the world stand still
Arise, wake up, the moons had enough
See the sun’s rays, beyond hill range?
He’s holding still, waiting for Jill
Even the rain, waiting patiently

Come sweet child open thy eyes
Eastern wind won’t even blow
The birds are waiting need fly high
To swoop and dive before they die
Oh come, wake up sleepy head-why

Do we have to blow?
the wake-up horn
A mighty raw, wake the heavens for sure
The stars they twinkle, waiting, so still
I’m flying high waiting for Jill